My Date Ordered a $150 Lobster Dinner on Our First Date and Then Refused to Pay – Moments Later, Karma Struck Her Right There in Front of Me
“That’s fair! No worries at all.”
That evening, I ironed a shirt I had not worn since Christmas and practiced small talk in my bathroom. I reminded myself: “You’re just going to meet someone, not audition for ‘The Bachelor.'”
I got there first. The hostess smiled. “Table for two, sir?”
“Yeah, please. It’s the reservation under Evan.”
I got there early and took a seat at the bar, pretending to study the wine list. Every time the door opened, I glanced over, half-expecting Chloe.
“Table for two, sir?”
The bartender caught my eye. “Waiting for someone, brother?”
I nodded. “First date.”
He grinned. “And you met online?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Only because you keep checking your phone every 30 seconds,” he said, chuckling as he wiped a glass.
Before I could answer, a voice rang out. “Evan?”
“Waiting for someone, brother?”
I spun around, and there she was: beautiful long hair, red dress, and a smile wide and bright. Instantly, it felt like the whole room noticed her.
I stood, almost knocking my stool over. “Hey, Chloe. You found the place okay?”
“It wasn’t hard,” she said, eyes sweeping over the restaurant. “Wow, this place is gorgeous.”
I shrugged, feeling my nerves flutter. “Credit goes to you. You chose it.”
She laughed, linking her arm through mine as the hostess approached. “That’s true. I do have a knack for nice places.”
“Hey, Chloe. You found the place okay?”
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